Chapter 1

Because of my job, I frequently traveled a lot. I spent a great deal of time in hotels, long lonely nights with very little else to do except go out to the occasional bar, or watch T.V.

People with whom I associated with during the day had wives and family's to go home to. Occasionally I was invited out to dinner with some of them, but mostly it was room service and if I was lucky, a soft X-rated porn movie to watch in the privacy of my room.

I didn't look for any female companionship, though in some of the places I traveled to, it would have been a very easy thing to do. Too worried about getting busted by some under cover cop, or worse, bringing home some venereal disease to my wife.

I could just see me trying to explain that one.

I arrived in San Diego for a long, five-day road trip. At least the company I worked for put me up in nice suites during my longer stays. But it didn't make the loneliness any easier.

On the first night of my weeklong stay, I spent time entertaining myself at a couple of the local nudie-bars, I had just left one and was standing outside waiting for a bus when I spotted one of those sexually explicit newspaper stands. At least I'd have something to read later. I deposited my coins, taking one of the papers off the top of the stack. About that time, my bus arrived and I headed off to return back to the hotel.

After I arrived, I sat down in one of the comfortable wing backed chairs in the sitting room of my suite and poured over the contents of the trashy paper. One article immediately caught my interest however.

'Interested in safe sex? Interested in a fun exciting and stimulating way to have safe sex with total strangers? Try Masturbation Club!'

I was interested. And I read further. The advertisement gave a phone number. I had learned only that it was a $20.00 per session adventure. Any other cost's associated with the evening were of course an additional out of pocket expense.

I called.

I was surprised to hear a woman's voice answer the phone.

"Masturbation Services," she said. "Can I help you?"

"Ah yeah," I stammered a little self-consciously. "I'm calling about the ad I found in the newspaper."

I listened momentarily while she told me a little about the club, and all the things they had to offer. She went on to explain to me that I could buy as many 'adventures' as I wanted.

Each adventure was given its own unique password code. Places, times, and the criteria of people would all be pre-arranged by the service.

I soon found myself answering all her questions. If I was interested in Men or Women or both for one or more of my adventures. She also asked me the type of women I preferred, though making it clear that by narrowing down my preferred choices, it might make arranging an encounter a little more difficult. As time was of the essence for me, I left it generally pretty wide open. She seemed to be fairly pleased by that information and assured me that for the hundred dollars I was willing to spend, that she was fairly confident that she could line up five separate 'adventures' for me during my stay.

I gave her my phone number where I could be contacted, and was told she'd call back as soon as she had one or more of my appointments arranged. I had actually decided to get ready for bed even though it was still fairly early when the phone in my room suddenly rang.

"Mr. Edwards?" The voice asked.

"Yes? This is David Edwards."

"Hi. This is Emily with Masturbation services," she said like it was the most natural thing in the world to say "masturbation" to someone over the phone. Especially when you had no idea who the person was, or even what they looked like. Maybe that made it easier for them I considered while listening.

"I have two bookings for you!" she continued.

"Already?"

"Well, two if you feel up to taking one of them in about an hour," she questioned me. "The other one won't be until the morning, but I can call and cancel..."

"No, No! That won't be necessary. I'll take the appointment."

"Fine," she said pleasantly. "Your password is Larry, with a G."

"Larry? With a G?" I repeated back to her.

"Yes. I know it sounds strange. But it works. That way your partner will know that it is you they are there to meet, and that eliminates the possibility of coincidence, stumbling into someone with the same name. Also. IF they ask you for additional confirmation, your code numbers are..."

I wrote the numbers down on a slip of paper. Though the numbers remained the same, I would be Robert with a W in the morning for my second adventure.

Emily asked me if I had a problem with a husband and wife team. She quickly explained that the husband was basically along to watch and nothing else unless I was ok with allowing anything more. She further explained that I'd be picked up out in front of my hotel by a limousine, promptly at seven a.m., and returned to it as well an hour later. Having agreed to those conditions, Emily then told me of my more immediate appointment.

She gave me the address of a nearby bar, which was just around the corner from where I was currently staying. I was to seat myself at the far end of the bar and wait there.

"But what if someone's already sitting there?" I questioned.

"Everything's already taken care of," Emily replied. "Just go to the far end of the bar on the opposite side of the door as you come in. Sit down, order yourself a drink and wait there."

I quickly checked my watch, knowing exactly where it was the bar was located, determined I had just enough time for a very quick shower and a fresh change of clothing.

I arrived at five minutes to ten. It took just a moment for my eyes to adjust to the even dimmer light of the interior. There was a middle-aged couple sitting at the bar mid way, and an older gentleman seated at my end as I walked in. Beyond that, no one else was seated at the counter. Though there were several booths and tables, only one other group of people, two couples were seated in one of those, but again, closer to the door than towards the far end of the room where I now headed.

I didn't see anyone else except for the bartender who was busily wiping down tables. He looked up as I came in and asked me what I wanted to drink.

"Scotch and Soda," I requested.

He nodded his head, finished wiping off the table and headed back around behind the bar, where I had just settled myself down.

"You must be Larry."

I turned around. She must have come from the ladies room, which I only then realized was just down the hall, that, or the phone booths. Perhaps she had been waiting for me, standing inside one of those. I supposed she had purposely placed herself in such a way that she'd be able to see me as I came in. It made sense, something that I would have certainly done had I been in her shoes.

"Yes. Larry with a G."

She smiled, offering me her hand. She neither offered me a name, nor did I ask her for one. She ordered a drink, which sent the bar tender back down to the far end of the bar in order to make it for her.

I had time enough to study her. She had light brown, not quite blondish shoulder length hair. I guessed that she as in her early to mid forty's, and surprisingly quite attractive. I don't know why I had expected far less, certainly not dog meat, but I hadn't expected someone as attractive as she was, standing here next to me. As she turned to accept and pay for her own drink, I looked at her obvious braless clad breasts. She was wearing an expensive cashmere sweater. Two very prominent and very erect nipples were pressing outwards against the fabric. She turned back around, taking a sip of her drink facing me.

"Are you hard yet?" she whispered.

"Wow. Straight and to the point!" I thought. "No. Not yet, a little nervous I think."

"Good," she said with a lusty grin interrupting me from continuing. "I prefer it that way."

She moved closer to me, still standing but leaning her ass against the bar stool. The way she stood facing me, it was clearly evident that anyone else sitting in the bar would simply see two people seemingly engaged in conversation. Her hand reached out and began tracing lines and circles around the rapidly growing bulge in my pants.

The first thing I thought was, "Shit. Why'd I wear beige slacks for hells sake?"

Already a wet-spot was beginning to form around the area where my cock head was straining and pressing against the material. She purposely raked her fingernail over the spot repeatedly, which only increased the wetness and the circle of moisture it was creating.

I sat there trying to act as casual as possible, sipping my drink, watching her sipping hers, all the while playing with me the whole time.

"Take it out now," she urged. "Let me see it."

Still easily shielded from anyone seeing us, I unzipped my fly. I had purposely not worn any underwear and my cock sprang easily, quickly into view. Her only movement was to half sit, half stand on the barstool. I watched as she planted one foot on the running bar. I had noticed she was wearing a very short, black, wrap around skirt. She lifted her leg ever so slightly while simultaneously, I watched her hand slide between the fold of her skirt in front and disappear somewhere beneath. Obviously she hadn't worn any underwear either.

"Play with it for me," she instructed. "Squeeze it until you get some pre-cum oozing out of the end of your dick."

It certainly didn't take long to accomplish that. I'd been leaking cum juice ever since she'd been teasing me with her finger. I managed to squeeze a nice big droplet of juice out for her. Almost immediately she removed her hand, swiped the droplet off the end of my cock, and immediately replaced her finger back beneath her skirt.